Lunar Tribe
Cyril ran hard after the flametail, her rage soaring when she realized he was purposely setting fire to their territory. Then she let out a screech as something heavy pushed her to the ground, shoving her already injured muzzle into the dirt. Hard. Wriggling, she tried to get her face out of the earth, so she could at least breath, while her muzzle burned and throbbed with unbearable pain. She bit at the sturdy green tom weakly, the agony nearly overwhelming, but she would not give up. "Leave our territory!..." She tried to growl, but mostly just coughing dirt and blood on the tom, and winced as her burned ear scraped the ground.
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Solar Tribe
Sibryn's blue eyes widened when she saw Kari calling her with terror strong in her voice. I never should have let her come after Halloween! She thought before landing in the middle of the skirmish, the wind from her strong wing-beats putting out the small fires. "Stop this!" She commanded, pulling Entlos off a burned, but ferocious-looking she-cat. "Enough!" She yowled, to all the fighting cats, "We are to all go back to our territories now, and tend to our wounds. I will discuss this with your leader at sunhigh tomorrow, at the border." And with that, she helped up Entlos, and nodded for Kari to help Halloween, who was limping badly. "We are leaving now, and I suggest you do the same."